s there. Just as one who
understands how to die and to come to life, as you have the
phrase, would not be able to take with him any one who did not
understand how to take himself there..."

St. George listened, grasping at straws of comprehension,
remembering how he had heard all this theorized about and smiled at;
but most of all he was beset by a practical consideration.

"Then," he said suddenly, the question leaping to his lips almost
against his will, "if you hold this key to all knowledge, how is it
that the king--Mr. Holland--could get away from you, and the
Hereditary Treasure be lost?"

The prince sighed profoundly.

"We have by no means," he said, "perfected our knowledge. We are at
one with the absolute in knowledge--true. But the affairs of every
day most frequently elude us. Not even the most advanced among us
are perfect intuitionists. We have by no means reached that
desirable and inevitable day when our minds shall flow together,
without need of communication, without possibility of secret. We
still suffer the disadvantage of a slight barrier of personality."

"And it is into one of these lapses," thought St. George
irreverently, "that the king has disappeared." Aloud he asked
curiously concerning a matter which was every moment becoming more
incomprehensible.

"But how, your Highness," he said simply, "did your people ever
consent to have an American for your king?"

Before the prince could reply there occurred a phenomenon that sent
all thought of such insubstantialities as the secrets of the Fourth
Dimension far in the background.

The prince's motor, closely followed by the others of the train, had
reached a little eminence from which the island unrolled in fair
patterns. Before them the smooth road unwound in varied light. At
their left lay a still grove from whose depths was glimpsed a slim
needle of a tower, rising, arrow-like, from the green. In the
distance lay Med, with shining domes. The water of the lagoon gave
brightness here and there among the hills. And as St. George and the
prince looked over the prospect they saw, far down the avenue toward
Med, a little, moving speck--a speck moving with a rapidity which
neither the prince's motor nor any known motor of Yaque had ever
before permitted itself.

In an instant the six members of the Royal Golden Guard, who upon
beautiful, spirited horses rode in advance of the train of the
prince, wheeled and thundered back, lifting glitterin